Pastry Mystery

I came home from church and found this. Please note the fresh chocolate frosting.

Then I found this. It smells of maple (I hate maple). These are pastry wrappers from 7-11. I did stop by a 7-11 the other day. I bought sunflower seeds and a bottle of water. I did not buy pastries. In fact, I haven’t bought a pastry since the last week of school — and that one I ate in school.

So — where did these wrappers come from? Who would break into my home just to throw trash on my kitchen floor? It was a total mystery. I went to get the camera to take photos of the evidence.

On my way back I caught the Queen of Thieves red-pawed. I believe I’ve solved the mystery. Now I know-
… why my car keys are never where I left them.
… why the gas gage never seems to read what I think it should.
… why loose bills not tucked in my wallet simply disappear.
… and why Chrissy suddenly seems heftier.

I am certain that at night after I go to bed my furry little darlings go cruising. On their way home in the wee morning hours they evidently stop at 7-11 for a sweet.

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest. When she is not doing book reviews or creating curriculum literature units, she is working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com. Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest. When she is not doing book reviews or creating curriculum literature units, she is working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com.